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Hope Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Hope

These Hope Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Hope. These are the best examples of Hope Villanelle poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Our Eternal Wedding House

Even death could not cause our love to part,
This promise has always sounded so right,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

When they found his body, tears did not start,
Through this strong shock, I continued to fight,
Even death could not cause our love to part.

Stole to his fresh grave with a garden cart,
Our wedding vows I began to recite;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

I dug with fervor, my body did smart,
yet never ceased digging all through the night.
Even death could not cause our love to part.

To our wedding house we arrived, stalwart,
Just as the porch was kissed by morning light;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Blue and cold, he remained a work of art, 
From my opened wrists flowed the crimson, bright.
Even death could not cause our love to part,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Share the Wealth Bestowed Upon You

Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,	
For the sick and down are crying out for us to do our part,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true. 

Dying children wishing, trusting you’ll come through, 
To depart the angels of suffering from the afflicted heart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do. 

Loving St. Jude of those in need rests his faith upon you,
For giving of what you treasure most is truly a work of art, 
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true.

Restoring smiles to those once shamed, grant children start anew,
For bringing joy to those who grieve from others sets you apart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do.

Abundant are those with plentiful hopes, their needs are but a few,
So give of what’s been given you, afford others make a new start,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true

Of earthly treasures a miser not be for in death it goes not with you,
Give to the needy your treasured gifts before death they do depart.
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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Silent Love

She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." 


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Star Fall

Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky,
man lies starring at stars fixed or falling.
We wonder who has tossed these gems aside. 

Most singular He who has let these fly
toward unknown destinations calling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky.

From California's forest gazers cry
with ahh's and ohh's as they lie sprawling, 
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.

Shooting star have bewitched fair Holland's sky
and danced to drums in Africa brawling,
unified beneath the dome of star studded sky

From mighty Perseus they oft seem to fly
like fishermen we sit, glow lights trawling,  
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.

That the heaven rains for all, none can deny
a gift of bold beauty mankind's calling.
Unified beneath the dome of star studded sky
we wonder who has tossed these gems aside.


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Hope

So many depressing dark nights were you there
Giving me some hope small where there was none
Showing me that there is someone who will care

When it comes to humbleness none do compare
Certainly of your kind have I only met just the one
So many depressing dark nights were you there

To live in happiness I can imagine and now dare
Where there was nothing something has begun
Showing me that there is someone who will care

The shodowing abyss for years has been my lair
Playing with somber words, it really isn't that fun
So many depressing dark nights were you there

Imaging the sweet scent of your soft silky hair
All my skepticism and viciousness will be undone
Showing me that there is someone who will care

I wait for the moment that we share our first stare
The light that shines from you brighter than the sun
So many depressing dark nights were you there
Showing me that there is someone who will care


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A Better Life

I want so much more for me
I pray and hope for more
Will it ever come to be

Is it something I can see
I hope it's not a bore
Will my God hear my plea

Can I be all that I can be
Right now it's such a chore
I want so much more for me

Will I ever be able to see
Will I be able to soar
Must I declare this decree

Can I ever foresee
This brand new door
That's opening just for me

When will it come to be
Everything and more
How much will be the fee
and, do I hold the key? 


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So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime







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I don't have a title, yet

The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination Winter’s cold chill no longer powered by time Something so familiar creates a great sensation Long ago I had already fallen to this temptation Following my heart, but also committing a crime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination What I would sacrifice to again feel that elation Just for a moment, yes any mountain I’d climb Something so familiar creates a great sensation Too long I’ve lived with a constant hesitation Foolishly lowering myself into filth and grime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination I hope with everything, but there is speculation Am I Pavlov’s dog salivating simply for the chime Something so familiar creates a great sensation Most importantly I must change this situation No longer will I look at normality as sublime The dungeon door opens or is it my imagination Something so familiar creates a great sensation
The title isn't I don't have a title, I actually don't have a title yet.


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